Yu Qian

“You there. You’re an Outer Court Disciple, right?”

Wu Jian turned around to find a young man with fair skin, dark hair with a blue tint, and light gray eyes. His hair was shorter than normal. Most men kept their hair long and tied it behind them in a ponytail. Even Wu Jian’s hair went down past his shoulders. Still, the style seemed to compliment the young man’s features. While everyone else around them wore hanfu with purple lining, his were red.

The colors of a Core Disciple.

“I am,” Wu Jian answered politely.

The young man furrowed his brow when he saw the mask, but then shrugged. “I assume you entered with permission, so you must have a medallion. Only Core Disciples can hand those out. Would you like me to escort you to the Core Disciple’s complex? It can be easy to get lost here.”

Wu Jian briefly considered declining the man but thought better of it. He placed his right fist in the palm of his left hand and bowed.

“I would appreciate your guidance… senior…?”